Star Treatment

I just wanted to be one of The StrokesNow look at the mess you made me makeHitchhiking with a monogrammed suitcaseMiles away from any half-useful imaginary highwayI'm a big name in deep spaceAsk your mates but golden boy's in bad shapeI found out the hard way that here ain't no place for dolls like you and meEverybody's on a barge floating down the endless stream of great TV1984, 2019

Maybe I was a little too wild in the 70sRocket-ship grease down the cracks of my knucklesKarate bandanaWarp speed chicHair down to thereImpressive moustacheLove came in a bottle with a twist off capLet's all have a swig and do a hot lap

So who you gonna call?The martini policeBaby that isn't how they look tonight, oh noIt took the light forever to get to your eyes

I just wanted to be one of those ghosts you thought thatYou could forget and then I haunt you via the rear view mirrorOn a long drive from the back seatBut it's alright cause you love meAnd you recognise that it's ain't how it should beYour eyes are heavy and the weather's getting ugly so pull overI know the placeDon't you know an apparition is a cheap date?What exactly is it you've been drinking these days?Jukebox in the cornerLong hot summerThey've got a film up on the wall and it's dark enough to danceWhat do you mean you've never seen Blade Runner?

Maybe I was a little too wild in the 70sBack down to earth with a lounge singer shimmerElevator down to my make believe residencyFrom the honeymoon suiteTwo shows a day, four nights a weekEasy money

So who you gonna call?The martini policeSo who you gonna call?The martini policeBaby that isn't how they look tonightIt took the light absolutely forever to get to your eyes

And as we gaze skyward, ain't it dark early?It's the star treatmentAnd as we gaze skyward, ain't it dark early?It's the star treatmentIt's the star treatmentThe star treatment